From the recording Don't Fire
Lyrics
Blackened skies of lucid minds.
Time and distance fade.
Failing thoughts of pictures played
‘til time, it does erase.
Fate they say it’s what you make.
Not lest we take the wheel.
Hearts and souls sail aimless floats,
on straight onto daylight.
Where are you now? How is the sun?
We’d like to say we miss you.
Will you come back home?
Inside silent halls of echo-screaming walls
Threats, deaths and shadows that fall
Sound the seventh gong!
This sleazy “art” we live and breathe
To me, it’s all the same.
So live on, fair green-jeans.
Live on well - until it fades.
Where are you now? How is the sun?
We’d like to say we miss you.
Will you come back home?